Hell. I was finally there. After all those times being told to scamper off and go to hell...I had found it! My head had been riven in two, my throat lined with sandpaper, and I felt utterly disgusting. I attempted (pathetically whimpering) to climb down from bed gracefully. I failed. Huh. I had never really considered my room from this angle. It is rather spacious from the floor. I've no idea how long I lay there, contemplating how much getting up would hurt my headache. Eventually I dozed off a bit. I awoke to a concerned Remus.
"Adrienne! Get up, are you alright? Answer me!"
"I'm fine! Jesus. Do me a favor and stop with the yelling, yeah?" I fairly croaked in response.
"You look horrible." He grinned."You know I was quite worried, your body was all contorted, it looked as though you had fallen or summat."
"I'm very flexible, you know. It comes from years of dance. I find that sometimes I get into all sorts inappropriate positions."
I stopped. God. Adrienne Moreau: Wanton Maker of Innuendos. Shameless Flirt. Hmmm, not a bad start to a resume. No, really! Get a grip. I'm on the floor, he's practically on top of me and I make an innuendo? What is wrong with me!? Remnant effects of firewhisky probably.
I chanced a glance up at him. He was grinning. Then laughing, sorry howling is more like it. Right. Well, anyways I figured now was as good as time as any to get up.
I nearly fell back over. Luckily, that boy caught me. I was all too aware of his hand in the small of my back.
"Wait. Stay there, I'll be back in two seconds." He disapparated with a small pop.
Where in the hell....
Before I could finish the thought, Remus reapparated with another pop. He had in his hand a large, slightly smoking goblet which was bubbling unpleasantly.
"Drink up then. You'll feel better I promise. Unfortunately it's horrible and sugar makes it entirely useless."
I downed it in one. I think the desperation to be rid of my er- hangover took the edge off really. Immediately I felt a soothing warmth emanating outwards from my center out to my limbs and-- ahhhhh, my aching head. It was almost like magic. I grinned. Now, I was ready for the day.
School was upon us. My father went out to get supplies from London before the train left. Truly, I had been spending an unhealthy amount of time with Lily and the Marauders. Papa too had become more than ever engrossed in Ministry affairs. There was talk of a growing Dark Force and the adults communicated in harried voices and furtive glances that would cease immediately if one of us entered the room. We had decided, rather he had decided that he would go to Diagon Alley for me.
I heard the door clatter open. Lily burst in, red hair everywhere. I smiled, I had grown inexplicably fond of this girl.
"Adrienne, you haven't left! Brilliant!" She gasped.
"Where else would I be?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe with your father, he's at Diagon in London right?"
She noticed Remus by my bed and stiffened.
"Wait, am I interrupting? Sorry, I've just made a total ass of myself haven't I?"
I looked over at her in polite befuddlement.
"Uhhh, no, not really. Remus was just being a dear and came over with potion. You know, after my er-behavior last night. It's definitely rather embarrassing in retrospect. I can't really remember what went on towards the end."
I frowned. Ah god. Sirius, what the hell had I said to him? Merde!
Lily glanced over at Remus again. Please don't let her be thinking what I think she is.
"Well, I just wanted to see if you'd recieved your letter, I know you'd have recieved it later than the rest of us."
"Oh yeah, it came the other day. My father took the book list with him to London, since I'm virtually on house-arrest. I haven't read it yet or anything. It's on my desk."
Dear Miss Moreau,
We have received and processed your transfer request. We have also received your class schedule from Beauxbatons. You may rest assured that we are at this time especially formulating a new schedule appropriate to the classes you have taken and the N.E.W.T.s you will need to pursue this year (the equivalent to the French T.O.A.D exams). You have received a recommendation from a one Professor Maxime, she has insisted that you be placed in the Gryffindor House. We feel it appropriate to honor this request, unless of course you have any qualms. Enclosed is a list of books and standard supplies needed for your new year. We wish you the best in your incorporation into the magical realm of Hogwarts, and as always the Hogwarts Express will be leaving at 9:30 from Platform 9&3/4 at King's Cross Station in London.
Hogwarts had seemed like a double-edged sword until this point. I would enter its walls with the security of having made a few loyal friends but the Sorting still loomed over me. Thank God that was solved! All of my friends were Gryffindors, with the exception of Nada. The wrong house could ruin everything! As for classes, I wasn't nervous in the slightest. Horrible as it may sound, sometimes I actually enjoyed learning. I was certainly looking forward to the challenges my new Professors would offer. At Beauxbatons they had grown complacent, due to either my status or my grades. Unfortunately, I resented being the favourite. I was thoroughly disgusted with the way the Staff catered to the elite of Paris.
As soon has I had finished reading the letter I jumped up. Mon dieu! All of my troubles were gone! I was a Gryffindor at last! Madame Maxime had been true to her word. She was helping me still, even across an ocean. I smiled in find memory of my favorite and most massive Proffessor. Lily immediately snatched the letter from me, about two seconds later she squealed and thrust it at Remus whom I had delibrately been avoiding. The girl is a fast reader I tell you, her pupils were veritable blurs as her eyes whizzed across the page. I was so wrapped up in Lily, literally and metaphorically, I barely noticed Remus return the letter to my desk and slip quietly from the room.
"Lily, can I confide in you?"
"You shouldn't even ask."
"Look, I'm not a total idiot, and I know what you think."
"What I think?"
"Okay, sure. Play it innocent, but I know you Lily. You're entirely too astute for comfort. Me and Remus. There is nothing, nothing but an amazing friendship anyway. I can see the way you keep looking over at him, questioning. You asked if you were interrupting something, for Pete's sake! Me and him in my room alone, and you ask if you were interrupting. Tiens! We've been alone together for hours, we're just really close is all. But I'm not good with ah--boys. So please, please don't read into this anymore. For me?"
I stopped, slightly out-of-breath after my mad tirade.
"Adrienne, you're stating the obvious. Of course I've made it clear I suspect something, because I do. Come on, are you really just friends? Do you like him, even a bit?"
"Why are you pressing this m'cher?" I came off more suspicious than I meant.
Then came something unexpected. She turned a literal tomato-red from the tips of her already-flaming hair to her toes.
"Lily EVANS! What do you know that I don't? Tiens!"
"N-n-nothing, really, it's nothing."
I glared over at her. I must have been fairly intimidating.
"Just the tinylittleinsiginificantdetailthatRemusmightlikeyou." She trailed off mumbling, but I caught it.
I fell onto my bed, stunned.
"Hey Lils, I think I need to be alone. You kinda dropped a bombshell on me."
Right before term too. Hot damn.
"I'll ring you later, yeah?"
She kissed me on the cheek and closed the door behind her.
Damn it all. HE liked me? This was absolutely beyond comprehension. What exactly did that mean? How did Lily know? Why did she? Her and Remus were close I had forgotten, he said they had been prefects together. I ignored the slight twinge of jealousy and mentally berated my absurd thinking. Lily was my friend, my close friend and she was madly in it with James. End of story. I stared up at my ceiling incredulously. Why me? Honestly why pale/too-thin/waifish-looking me? No appeal whatsoever. To be honest with myself, I was beyond nervous. I had never had a meaningful relationship before, only many superficial ones. What if it didn't work out? I would be dooming myself to awkwardness forevermore.
I finally came to a desicion. I got in a shower, mentally building myself up for what I was about to do. By the time I had changed into something cute and fixed my hair, the sun was setting. I never realized how long I must have stayed in my room. I slipped into a pair of sandals and padded down my stairs and out the front door. Crossing the path over to James's, I entered without knocking. I heard voices coming from the kitchen but I ignored them and headed upstairs. If I knew him, which I did, he would be in there. Alone and brooding, trying to make a choice. Lucky for you Rem, I'm making it for you this time. Now that I was here, it was a million times harder to find the resolve, to find it in me to enter. I reached for the handle and opened the door softly.
He was there on his bed, surrounded by books picked up in hopes of distraction and hurriedly thrown aside. At first, he didn't hear me enter. But I walked into the middle of the room. He looked up then.
I couldn't say anything, I just stood there, but something was different between us. It was palpable, I could fairly feel the tension in the air. Slowly, he stood to his full height. Damn, I had forgotten how tall he was. He towered over me and we stood like that for awhile. I considered his eyes, his face, his beautiful mouth.
Slowly, I faultlessly raised up on tip-toe and leaned into him (a dancer's trick). My hands went brazenly to his collar, but before I could act, his mouth came crashing down on mine. I fairly melted but reciprocated shamelessly. We kissed. And kissed. Then kissed a bit more. Finally I shoved him so he fell backwards onto his four-poster.
"I need to breathe Lupin." I had trouble keeping the grin out of my voice.
He regarded me thoughtfully from the bed.
"Breathing is overrrated, Adrienne."
A/N: Fooled you! I bet you thought Adrienne had moved on from crushing on Remus. Review mi amantes.
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